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Friday, April 17, 2009 
Please do not read the following in a harsh tone.  There are just a few things that need to be cleared up.  Thank you.
Friends,




I have been handed down an order from the Guru himself so you know this is some serious business.  Gu and I aren't able to attend all the Still Flyin' tours so we try to keep up with the out of town shows by finding reviews on computers and then we trade stories over our personal time.  The time is precious and we love it like it was something special.  However, we've noticed that some people are confused by the word hammjamm.  The Guru wanted me to make sure that everyone knew that hammjamm is not something you take a break during.  No spaces, no single "m's".  Just picture Still Flyin' when you think of the world hammjamm; one thing, held together tightly with a double dose of everything, especially "m's".  If that doesn't help you though, here it is straight from the Guru's mouth:





"Hammjamm is one word. Like Soccer or Blasters"





While I'm at it, here's another point of business; the other day I was walking down the street and this man came up to me and said "Hey, I heard some of that Still Flyin' record.  Man, oh, man, that thing is so good it could jam itself."  Please don't listen to what the man said.  This record can not jam itself. It ain't no personal pizza.*  It is a baby that wants to be shared, partied and rocked with.  The only thing I've ever met that can jam itself is the guru's mind and that thing is like a peaceful horse, one of a kind.





And another thing; A lot of other men are coming up to me on the street and saying "Hey, can't wait for that Still Flyin' record to drop on 4/20."  Again, this is a falsity.  'Never Gonna Touch The Ground" drops on 4/21. The day after 4/20. Why? Because you've got to be beyond stoned.  I don't think they've invented a drug yet that would make for the perfect listening experience.  The Force wouldn't even do it.  Your best bet is to just crack a few Dudes Brews with some pals and find a good cave.





And another other thing:  This one's for you.  Love you guys.





But, finally, one last thing: I know that there are a lot of people on the street besides these men.  Some are lovely ladies, some are innocent kids, some are rascals, but I know that every single one of you are probably out there saying stuff like, "Hey, what's up with this Still Flyin' blog. Ice updates it like once every full moon.  I bet it'd be pretty cool if they had something else I could check out like once a week."  Friends of the world, you are right and in luck.  Starting this very Monday the new Still Flyin' full experience blog goes live at takeyourshoesoffyoudontneedtheminthesky.com  You'll hear from every single member in the universe and get special virtual riffs from the Guru and special guests.  AND you can still check back here to read my love letters.











Don't ever touch the ground special ones.

 

 

*Red sauce for life, Personal
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Sunday, March 29, 2009 
When I was a little kid I used to freak myself out by trying to envision infinity. I would close my eyes and picture a row of clouds continuing forever and forever. Infinity was an endless loop of cloud linen and according to what my mom had told me about heaven, if I was good when I died I would be there forever. Trapped.

My imagination of heaven has changed a little bit since then. Now-a-days I'm surrounded by a lot more friends, mystic creatures, beer oceans, pizza angels and bath parties, but most importantly, I am no longer afraid of being trapped.

Last week at SXSW, SA trapped a Still Flyin' crew of around 20, who then went around trapping as many people as we could into a jam paradise. We arm-whipped through pizza parties, street jams, tattooed bbbqs (the extra b is for best tattoos ever), hammjammed shows and the guru bringing a m'stery tent to its knees. Every second was worthy of a point five. Being trapped in a jam paradise, however, is not just all about eating ice cream and sharing some brews in a parking lot. We also learned a lot of lessons along the way.

We learned that the best way to get out of some death threats is having a couple of close friends nearby and pretending to throw-up. We learned high jam percentages aren't easy to come by. Everyone starts with a zero and reaches from there; no one goes unnoticed, no one gets a free pass. We learned that it's ok to shoot guns inside a house.* We learned that chants are necessary and that what is considered a "good" chant is all in the eye of the beholder of the slogan. We learned that thanks to the recession, ice cream is no longer in demand and is being given away for free everywhere. And thanks to a Still Flyin' philosophy that is taking the world by storm, shoes seem to be going the way of the ice cream cone as well. Please go treat yourself.

Trapped inside the jam paradise is where most of us would like to be forever, sometimes you just need a slight glimpse to hang on to until next time and sometimes you realize that you no longer want to be trapped. That's a great feature of the jam paradise though, escape is easy.

SXSW taught us a lot about tattoos, shoes, guns and Texas open container laws, but it also made us realize that being trapped in infinity doesn't have to be a scary thing. Prepare yourself for the foreverness of the cloud party. Fuck the ground.

*Yes, any house
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009 

Current mood:  cultured
Alright okay. Here it is. Some people have been requesting the Ghost Town lyrics and seriously I tried to post a blog entry about this a few days ago and it didn't go through. I have a suspicion as to why -- it's because usually Ice posts nothing but awesome shit for our blogs, not lyrics. His blogs are magical. Wait, brain just got zapped. The next album's lyrics will consist of nothing but Ice's blog posts. That one about the Auz bats was a classic and plus I had already been planning on making a song about those crazy bats. It's called Batmania. Now I don't have to slave over thinking up lyrics AND when you guys want the lyrics to our next album whenever the hell it comes out I'll just refer you to the blog entries. Kills two birds with one stone.

Thanks for the read,
SA

GOOD THING IT'S A GHOST TOWN AROUND HERE

(Flyinettes)
So I went into the night hellbent on making it right
I was gonna feed the thirst, undo the curse, whatever phrase you choose and I was
Hamming and jamming so freely
It's just something that really completes me
And my goals didn't change as my motor skills rearranged
I just kept knocking back glass after glass with no regard at all and I was
Hamming and jamming so freely
It's just something that really completes me

(SA)
Good thing it's a ghost town around here
Although my body's profoundly upsetting
There's no coworker's eyes pointed at me

verse

(Brendude)
When it was one I had fun
When it was two I was far from done
When it was three I felt numb
Anything more I had no memory of

chorus

(Flyinettes)
Good thing this is a ghost town
Because that's just what my brain needs right now
To ease the girth of my folly
Sometimes I wish I drank coffee

(SA)
I am a man
Know that I am
A creature of night
I'm punished by light
I am a man
See what it doing to me

Flyinette rap

chorus

Oh oh oh oh

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Sunday, February 15, 2009 


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Hope you didn't miss the best superbowl ad of all time! DUDES BREW! EXTEND THAT SHIT!

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Friday, January 23, 2009 

Ed. Note: I am not currently on the Still Flyin' tour but through a series of dreams, vision quests, emails and photos am able to piece together what happened minute by minute.



Jan. 15 - Amsterdam - Illegal Dog Saves the Day


4:20p - Touch down in Amsterdam - PSYCH! LOL, no touching down on this tour.   There's a couple of hours to kill before the show so plenty of time to whip up a good crew and elevate through the canals and see some sights.  No need for any goof balls before the show, there's a natural high floating through the air.  Like when the 5 o'clock whistle on Friday transitions into the cracklin' of a brew. 


8:40p (4:20 doubled) - Show Time aka: Kill Zone aka: Enter the Jamtosphere.  The show is a solid B, but Netherlands officals are too worried that the jam was so righteous it could give some Europeans a case of the panic.  Unfortunately, this causes officials to tell shops in Amsterdam to stop selling weed.  The first time in history. What a shit. Afraid of starting the tour on a harsh, the gang needs to mellow out the city quick.  They open an illegal bar to treat everyone to a real nice afterparty.  The officials bust in, but luckily we invited a dog.  An illegal dog.  Everyboby gets a good pet going and then naturally a conga line starts up.  The dog heads up the rear and Amsterdam was saved from a harsh. Livin'.

 

Jan. 17 - London - Who's ready for a Brit jam? Pip Pip!

2:40p - First time playing in our new home,London, so tonight is a big show.  Waste no time and get straight to work tearing down the torture tower and setting Big Ben permanently to 4:20.

9:10p - Time to rip old London town like a fog cutter.  Everyone has their party pants on and the show is lil' timmy tite.  So good that it makes Oasis get into a fight and causes the Beatles to break-up. Again. 


1:25a - The party moves out into the cobblestone streets where the air is chilly but the boiling blood inside everyone causes a fresh air dance party.  The street party gets so loud that it wakes-up the Queen.  She throws open the window without even putting on her hat (!) to see what all the comotion is about.  The guards launch into a Hott Chord chant and people start tearing at themselves.  No point in taking down your knickers halfway, right?  Everyone launches their clothes into the River Thames and feeds their shoes to the werewolf.  
 

Jan. 18 - London Day 2 - Easy Time


Noon - Wake-up late cause it's a day off. Everyone needs some recovery time so we decide to take it easy. Start hanging out with Keith Richards and end up out-partying him. To death.  Then we snort him.  Then bring him back to life.  At Stonehenge.


Jan. 19 London Day 3 - Moshi Moshi Night


3:15p - Tonight's show might be the most intense on the whole tour because it's our bros Moshi Moshi's night.  No time to slax.  We take a trip to see Abbey Road for inspiration.  It's on the ground.  We have a laugh.

9:15p - The Moshes are magical people.  They knight us princes and princesses and let us beat drums well into the night. Just as the River Thames ran full of clothes the night before, tonight it runs full of the blood of jam.  We sacrifice one of those fancy English brews to those who could not make it and then give a groove to the English in hopes they will accept our humble present.  The show ends with the Moshes giving us a sign of acceptance: a soul hug and high five.


Jan. 21 - Norway - Who Needs a Sun?

10:21a - This is man's land.  No kiddie stuff flies here, only business.  They won't even let the sun hangout here.  Oslo is time to get serious. Time to put your ass in the snow!  Everyone knows that a snow-ass angel is a window into your soul.  Can't hangout with your bare ass in the snow?  Than you better put your shoes back on and walk home to play patty cake...SON.  Nobody said touring was easy but remember, it's challenges like this that you spent all those hours practicing for.  You can do this.  We believe in you.  We believe in each other.  Moon time.


Jan. 23 - Sweden - Land of Respectful Jams

7:55p - With the stresses of Norway in the past it's time to move on to the lovely Sweden.  You are a gal of the night, my dear. There is only one thing the Swedes love more than jammin' - Sweden.  They love their country more than most people love their mother, so they are very protective of mother Swee.  No foreign treasures aka: dangerous goods, are allowed into the country.  That means no burritos, no hot sauces.  Need to make a pit stop to get rid of everything foreign and dangerous cause if a Swede catches someone bringing in some kind of foreign delight they will politely kick your GD ass.  Still Flyin' holds nothing but respect for the land so we just give them what they want: jams.  It's a perfect mix of respect and love.  You couldn't ask to end a leg of a tour on a better note than 3 straight Swedish lovefests.  God is a jammer. We cross streams with the land to leave another positive mark.  Love you like hot sauce, Sweden.  Cannot wait to shower you with respect again.  

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Thursday, January 01, 2009 
I saw a member of Still Flyin' at the airport the other day. He was just quickly passing through town. We needed to make up for some lost time so we decided to have a mini-jam.

We reminisced of days in the past, frozen pizzas and future plans. I told him the year had been a friend to him and he high-fived my hand.

He said he'd heard the new Still Flyin' record and was sure that it'd do well. I told him the tours coming up were sure to be heavenly but for those at home they could be hell.

We had a toast to everyone. Everyone that we had seen and not seen this year. Everyone that we had jammed with and everyone that we will jam with this year.

We made a pact to soul toast throughout the nights and always find each other on the islands late at night.

After a couple of drinks it was time for him to catch his plane so we told each other, it didn't matter who we jammed or didn't jam with this year because in the end we're going to have a hand full of aces and the blueprints for paradise. The soul toasts will turn into soul hugs and the meeting islands in our minds will turn into real life ground for us to leave our shoes on.

We said our goodbyes and gave each other the same old slang signs we've been doing for years. See you soon friends.
Currently listening:
Dan Fogelberg - Greatest Hits
By Dan Fogelberg
Release date: 1990-10-25
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Friday, August 29, 2008 

Current mood:  loved
Category: Life

This summer has been a weird one for Still Flyin' and for a while it was
hard to pinpoint why.  At first we thought it was just a case of Batman Fever ("I'm Batman" BAMM! Awesome.), but we saw Batman and were cured.  Then, we thought it was Olympic Fever (Can you believe the records???  Athletes are like rocks stars that rock us with body control.), but then we won and we were cured again.  It was until our Doctor of Introspect, Maria, took a step back and realized that we all have Love Zap Fever.  A fever being brought on by the marriage of SA and Mook.

Marriage by law by the way of the man by the way of the ground is a beautiful beautiful thing (That's what they say in California.).  But this marriage is more than just two people becoming a oneness; this is a joinification that will send shock waves through the cosmos like when the Pacific and Atlantic first touched.  This is the Sun combining with the Moon, Pepperoni being placed on cheese, Shaq meeting Kazaam

 

Like the Oceans, Pizza and Shaqzaam, SA and Mook's Love Zap is going to be an intense force of nature. 

 
A friend of mine has compared love to the elements before and having caught Love Zap fever, I now believe him.  
Love is obviously like fire.  It's hot, itburns and the cavemen used it as a tool to help them get by.  
Love is likewater; it taste best clean, but you can get by with a little dirt in it.  You can also
pollute it with a can of beer.  Love is like the ground, even when you tell people 
not to touch it, they're going to anyway.  Love, however, is most like the sky because 
it is essential for Still Flyin'.  Without it there are no good times to spread, no clouds to 
cloud fish on, no birds to be aware of, no friends to chant with.  
 
Besides being the heart of the Still Flyin' Family, SA and Mook are the core of our sky.
They keep the atmosphere light, the feelings right and add the balance we all need to stay afloat.
They're role models for adults.
 
It's too bad the Earth doesn't have a core.  They would be the perfect President for it.
 
Here's to Love Zap and SA and Mook's campaign to make the world a better place.
 
Love Zap '08 / Life Zap Forever
Currently watching:
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008 

Current mood:  accomplished
May is upon us and Summer is almost here.  These are times of celebrations.  Not simply because it's almost that time of the year when you throw your watch into the ocean and start keeping track of time with empty beer cans.  It's time to celebrate because this is the season of Life Milestones.  Graduations, Marriages, First Dunk Slammiversaries...all these things happen during the celebration season and now the Still Flyin' Family has an important life milestone of its own to celebrate.  In a few days, Still Flyin's tribal chief, SA, will ride a Segway for the first time in his life.
 
I know what you are thinking and no, I'm not just joshing around with you. 
 
For SA this step in life development is as important as his first crowd surf.  Like many of life's big milestones it's a little scary.  You are getting thrust into an unfamiliar future not knowing what to expect.  One day you are just a kid rollerblading through the park and then the next thing you realize you are waking up to a frothy patch of peppered chest hair and are zooming through the streets of Oakland on a Segway.  You look down at your orange reflector vest and that's when it hits you, "I am my future self".
 
As SA rides into his prime though, he takes all of Still Flyin' with him.  For many members of the Still Flyin' Family Segways are scary for a different reason.  Segways are meant for the ground.  It's like they say though, there wouldn't be a sky without the ground.  Sometimes the only way to better yourself at flight is to roll around on the ground.  This Segway ride is a parade into prime for everybody.
 
SA, the Still Flyin' Family would like to say congratulations as you step into the next phase of your jammin'.   As you mark this milestone I am reminded of a famous passage from the Old Testament, "It is the night / My body's weak / I'm on the run / No time to sleep / I've got to ride / Ride like the wind / To be free again".
 
Like Jesus you've got to keep on moving and there's no better way to move than on a Segway.  It encompasses everything important at this stage of life; excitement, relaxation, moving forward and you can jam a brew while doing it.
 
Welcome to the Future, SA.  If you want to touch the ground then we'll all touch it with you.
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008 
Still Flyin' is back from our travels to the land of dreams that is Australia.  Our time there was magical indeed, but like every worthwhile journey we encountered some difficult obstacles that we had to overcome before Still Flyin' and the land down under became a new Oneness. 
 
Our love of slang had prepared us for the Aussie's flangin' talk, the sunscreen would help us cockblock the beautiful yet deadly rays and our love of the jam has given us the fantasy realm-like strength of being able to extend a jam to unhumanly lengths (See you in hell, Aerosmith).  Nothing in all our experiences however could prepare us for the secret weapon that Australia was holding against us...Bats.
 
Yeah, we have bats in America, but I'm not talking about about, "Hey, look up there, is that a bat? No man, that's just some floating beer cans."  The bats in Australia block-out the sun when they fly over you. They call it "Instant Night" (Tip: when in OZ and you hear someone yell, "Instant Night", eat the dirt or you're dead. Bat Attack).  No exaggerating, every bat in 'Stralia has a wingspan of AT LEAST 50 yards and are famous for their unprovoked attacks on jamm-loving people. 
 
Hailing from a land where we hold the title of "King Shit of the Sky" and have no known predators, our entire existence in Australia was thrown into immediate danger because of these unnatural haters of hammjamm. In the States that's known as "Serious Bummage". Some of us said, "Forget it, 'Stralia's sky is already taken.  Let's just go back to the home sky."  Others wanted to fight them feeling our jams could overtake 'em but it was straight-up failure to launch once the winged one's fangs were hurling overhead drooling at the thought of battle.
 
Luckily though, we weren't alone.  We had a secret weapon of our own....
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008 
As some people might know Australia has offered the world much more than just Outback Steakhouses and the word Yahoo.  It has also given us some of the world's finest jammers and the Aussies helped us out when we needed it the most.  While we were grounded in fear, willing to throw away our headbands and let the bats have their stupid sky, it was the Aussies that carried us.  They slapped us in the face and told us, "Throw your shoes in the fire to show your committed. You've got to let the creatures of the sky know you are with them."
 
Everybody knows that Australia has a strong sense of oneness between the animals & humans.  Neither is born with a fear of each other, but instead a want to constantly fuck with each other in a friendly way (Australia is definitely a No Harsh Zone, in case you were wondering), so with the added Voltron-like strength of our bat-friendly friends we went out to face our fears.
 
The sky, as usual, was littered with bats like pepperonis at a 3 day weekend pizza party.  We decided to give it to them straight and started-up a fresh chant, "We were born on the ground, but we belong here too.  The sky's your home but we gotta share with you."***  Bats have a strong sense of respect and could tell that there was zero percent of fuckery in our statement so they gave us a chance. 
 
We proceeded to take the chance and threw one of the greatest parties that Outback lovin' sky has ever seen.  Smoke throttle jams, Ollies over the clouds, bat boobs, didgeridoo raves, Batman flew in and got laid.  It was total bullshit, but some of the hipster bats in the corner weren't convinced. 
 
"Yeah, that was a pretty ok party, but we already throw parties in the sky.  Why do we need you guys?"
 
Psshh, we take off our socks, "Bro bats, we can take you higher than the skkkkyyyy".
 
That's when we liftoff for good.  Cloud Nine is Ground Zero and fear is nothing but an empty beercan that we just crushed with good vibes. 
 
Within the first hour of our arrival on the continent we thought we had experienced all the highs, lows, fears, loves & Batmans that Australia had to offer.  We soon realized though that we were only getting started.
 
The jams down under were fierce.  The goods times were nothing short of the best times alive.  In the end, however, learning to face your fears, party with them, get them laid and then become soulbros with them was the greatest thing we could ever take away from our time in Australia.
 
To everyone in Australia - old friends, new friends, lovers, haters - Thank You.  You took us to the next level and we can't wait to come back and share our outer space with you.
 
Never Ever Gonna Touch The Ground. 
 
***Record for longest chant in Australian history - Still Flyin'
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